Last week we expounded on Barack Obama’s uncanny ability to unite, the presidential aspirant’s bringing together of quasi-estranged Grateful Dead remnants Bob Weir and Phil Lesh for a pre-Super Tuesday
The New York Football Giants shocked the world by pulling off an incredible victory over the heavily favored Patriots in what was one helluva game — it was actually kinda hard to sleep last night in New York City thanks to the roar of the fans celebrating in the streets. Guess you can’t win ’em, all Boston fans. We rank Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers’ rapid fire parade of hits atop the non-football highlights, followed by the Prince Caspian commercial and the talking Tide stain.
Let’s see what’s cookin’ as we pretend we don’t have the world’s worst hangover:
Finally, Filter Magazine sent Pat McGuire on the road with Band of Horses to document one of their recent tours of the West Coast. The road journal McGuire came back with features many interesting anecdotes and factoids from the road.
Some 10 or 11 hours from now we’ll find out whether the New England Patriots celebrate as the first 19-0 team in professional football or whether they’ve blown a golden
This year’s Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival didn’t really feature that much bluegrass, but this week’s episode of Austin City Limits focuses on some of the best traditional style performances from
You’ll see this all over the place today, and with good reason: It rocks. [youtube]4KUowJzpgxs[/youtube] Man, that is just funny shit. Silverman fan or Silverman hater, that’s comedy.
I depart for the United Kingdom two weeks from tonight, and I can barely contain my anticipatory excitement. I’m trying not to pee my pants, though that plan failed once
Did you ever wonder what happened to the stars of classic music videos from the days when MTV actually played music? You know the bee girl from the No Rain video, the janitor from Smells Like Teen Spirit and Rosanna from well…Rosanna. The guys over at YesButNoButYes went about finding out where are they now.
Let’s end the week right where we started with a hot batch of links:
Finally, when we heard that the Black Crowes produced a video for Goodbye Daughters of the Revolution, we were excited to see what the camera-shy Robinson brothers came up with. Let’s just say we weren’t expecting a photo collage reminiscent of one of those video yearbooks they sold at my high school. Take a look after the jump and judge for yourselves…
Barack Obama’s been on the campaign trail preaching Unity as much as Change. His stump speech rhetoric reeks of togetherness, of building a coalition of races to award this country
With Sunday’s Super Bowl rapidly approaching, we thought we’d share a piece we ran about our favorite halftime shows just in case you missed it back in December. Stay tuned after the post for our predictions for the big game.
Nothing encapsulates the questionable marriage of sports and entertainment quite like the Super Bowl. The halftime show of the NFL’s signature event has been transformed over the past 42 years from an afterthought to a main focus of the Big Game. What was once a time for a piss break and a follow-up beer has turned into a big-time production thanks to the major television networks.
Originally the shows were filled with brief performances by a number of different artists celebrating a unifying theme. More recently the NFL decided to hand over the keys to the halftime show to just one legendary artist. What a difference a nipple makes, eh? This year Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers have been tabbed to perform at Super Bowl XLII on Sunday.
The Gainesville-bred band should look at the past for an idea of what works and what doesn’t work at the big game. Let’s use this week’s B List to take a look at our 10 favorite Super Bowl halftime shows. Read on for the videos…
Rupert and Stan from the Ghosts of Wayne Fontes blog do everything for the keeeedz. So let’s turn our attention to their regular Thursday nonsense…
While kids like you and me were busy tasting dog food and puking at church, a rare breed of kids prefer composing sonatas and jamming with blues legends. Mozart allegedly learned to play the harpsichord at age three, Ricky Scaggs performed with Flatt & Scruggs at the tender age of seven, and Herbie Hancock played piano with the Chicago Symphony at age 11. Were talking about the Doogie Howsers of music. These are the rugrats who quite miraculously develop virtuoso mastery of an instrument at a freakishly early age. So today, we’ve scoured the interwebs to take a look at some of today’s rising geniuses.
Since we believe musical talent is hereditary, we’ll also take the opportunity to speculate which musical masterminds may have tapped some groupie ass and unknowingly produced these small wonders. Read on for the five best…
